Moments are all we have
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
like wistful memories,
each a single stroke of colour
on the canvas of our lives.
but rich in texture and intensity
guiding the brush to imbue intent,
and meaning into our masterpiece.
We judge with totality the finished work,
but it is those tiny dabs of colour
as individual as they are,
that determine worth.
Moments are the breath of life,
each one carrying the potential of thought and action,
each one the opportunity of expression,
of love, of kindness or the denial of life.
Each moment is a choice,
of happiness, of sadness, of solitude or sharing,
uninhibited by a world at arms length,
outside our experience of the moment.
There is no past, no future,
simply this moment to be as we will,
to colour our canvas,
with beauty, with grace, with understanding.
A moment can transform,
free that spark of love,
nurture an epiphany,
or foster discovery.
In the moment,
we find ourselves,
realise our dreams
and paint beautiful lives.
Moments are all we have.
Make them count.
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